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I can swear, I can jokeI say what’s on my mindIf I drink, if I smokeI keep up with the guysAnd you see me holding up my middle finger to the worldFuck your ribbons and your pearls‘Cause I’m not just a pretty girl

I’m more than just a pictureI’m a daughter and a sisterSometimes it’s hard for me to showThat I’m more than just a rumorOr a song on your computerThere’s more to me than people know

Primadonna girl, yeahAll I ever wanted was the worldI can’t help that I need it allThe primadonna life, the rise and fallYou say that I’m kinda difficultBut it’s always someone else’s faultGot you wrapped around my finger, babeYou can count on me to misbehave

Primadonna girl,Would you do anything for me?Buy a big diamond ring for me?Would you get down on your knees for me?Pop that pretty question right now, babyBeauty queen on a silver screenLiving life like I’m in a dreamI know I’ve got a big egoI really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though

She has dreams to be an envy, so she’s starving
You know, “Covergirls eat nothing.”
She says, “Beauty is pain and there’s beauty in everything.”
“What’s a little bit of hunger?”
“I could go a little while longer,” she fades away
She don’t see her perfect, she don’t understand she’s worth it
Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface

“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.”
“ There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright. The moon so luminous, but only shows her face during the night. Wounded and raged, the sun cries and cries, so sad he hides from the skies hoping to see her. The days become dark, because the sun will not shine. The waves crash so harsh on the shoreline because there is a storm breaching on the inside. If the sun couldn’t see the moon, he would find another way to display his love. While the sun was thinking, the moon was astray. You see..the moon loves the sun so much, that when he is away, she chooses not to take a single breath, because not seeing him today, is a pain worse than death. the sun can not see but he can hear, he can feel her soul and it soon became clear. The sun would die each and every night to let his true love breathe, for it would put an end to all her misery. ”

She’s watching the taxi driver, he pulls away
She’s been locked up inside her apartment a hundred days
She’s talking to angels, counting the stars
Making a wish on a passing car
She’s dancing with strangers, falling apart

It’s hiding in the dark, it’s teeth are razor sharpThere’s no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heartNo one can hear me scream, maybe it’s just a dreamMaybe it’s inside of me, stop this monster

I feel it deep within, it’s just beneath the skinI must confess that I feel like a monsterI hate what I’ve become, the nightmare’s just begunI must confess that I feel like a monster

Sometimes it’s all too much; sometimes its not enough. But happy or sad I am learning to be complete and content. This unquenchable longing to experience more and feel everything is no longer an ache in my chest. Its a precipice inside of me, an abyss of opportunity. I know now that I was not before I ever was, and some day I will be no more. I was once dinosaur bones and tree roots. Someday long after my ashes dust the ocean floor, and maybe even long after the earth decays to black holes and comets, I will be stardust. A constant kaleidoscope of beautiful matter, memories and moments. When all of these earthly problems solve themselves and lay to rest, I will return to from where I came, and that gives peace to the storms under my skin. We are all a wonderful, unlikely mixture of what has always been.